"You can be my very good comrade."
"Surely, I hope so. But let me fuss for you. Christos is getting well, and I must take care of somebody."
"Well, you can tell me if it is time to put about."
"Eh, but I didn't bargain that I should have to get up," said Mitsos, raising himself foot by foot, and looking out. "Well, yes, we shall make that promontory on the next tack, and then we can lie to. Nothing been seen of the devils, Dimitri?"
Dimitri shrugged his shoulders.
"Well, we'll put about. You'd best move, Christos. When we go on the other tack you'll get wet there."
"It is of no consequence whether I get wet," remarked Sophia.
"Well, come along, then," said Mitsos. "I'll carry you across first."
Sophia hesitated.
"Help me up, then," said she, and laughed.